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When I look back on what I'd done |
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About 100 years from now |
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Gonna cry myself to sleep at night |
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Somebody shows me how |
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When the sun shines down, what's left of me |
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About 100 years from now |
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Gonna cut my water with a rebel yell |
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And claw my way back to town |
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100 years, 100 years |
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They'll break me but I'll break them too |
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Oh and this year's for the brakemen |
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And this one is for you |
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When sky cracks open and the thunder comes |
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About 100 years from now |
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Gonna bury this old yoke and chain |
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In the cold wet ground |
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And when I get off at Tennbrook Farm |
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About 100 years from now |
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I'm gonna marry you out of common sense |
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And get out from behind this plow |
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100 years, 100 years |
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They'll break me but I'll break them too |
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Oh and this one's for the brakemen |
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And this one is for you |
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100 years, 100 years |
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They'll break me but I'll break them too |
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Oh and this one's for the brakemen |
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And this one is for you |